Our song lyrics

From the morning to the evening , complaints from the tenants , got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant.
Drinking Alize with our cereal for breakfast , girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven .
Skies getting cold , flying from the north , rocking with our city like a sold out show.
House full of pros that specialize in hoein making that money as they taking of there clothes
order plane ticket , cali is the mission , visit every month like split life vision
let the world listen if a haters caught slipping , then my singers stay tight
got my back like pimping ,fast life tipping yeah we still tipping
Cody's keys paint a picture so vivid

All that money is the motive , all that money is the motive all that money the money she be folding
girl put in work , girl put in work , girl put in work , girl put in work .

push it to the timit , push it through the pain , i push it through the pain like a virgin to the game
a virgin to that money a virgin to the fame
so this is my last chance when im over only pray that i flow from the botttom closer to the top the higher that i climb the closer ima drop
these pussy ass singers trying to hold on to there credit so i tell them use a debit watch there image start to lessen like i warned em with discresion
why these singers testing , always fucking testing , why these singers testing
shit that i got them on straight bar hopping to the music of the ambience , get shit popping
zombies of the night singers aint talkin , if they hyping to the crew , get it in like pockets

better slow down she'l feel it in the morning , this aint the type of girl you will be seeing in the morning
to damn raw aint a singer worth her holding , aint that she holding man her love is to damn foreign